Tag Archives: curiosity
Now
Words, for me, wind down My art draws me, to paint All my words, all the words Any language, form, intent Incomplete to curry change Still I grasp I’ll persist, scribbling Verses, essays, stories, more Offering vision, being, truth My truth, which the universe Fills or drains, ebbs or flows Seeking Creating courses high to […]
Happy Trails to You
I look around and wonder what each of us sees Where I sit, it’s cliché, the forest from the trees I’m, like, listening to, like, voices impressed, like Never mind, I think I will go out for a long hike We mistake politicians for leaders, know they lie Kill, discredit true leaders, but do we […]
The Story
I will not by my life be floored When I may take it on the chin Stagger till my balance restored Stand up straight and tall again Wait, could it be that I am lost Upright, walking a wrong trail Perhaps not wrong, what a cost Timid, will I succeed, will I fail But all […]
Talking to Others, Talking to Myself
Who do you like to talk to most What do you like to talk about Do you listen or brag and boast Are you confident, full of doubt Do you prove the gracious host Hassle your guest, yell and shout Do you try, or only merely coast Dominate and make others pout Chatter, jabber talk […]
All Your Wending Way
As the best laid plans life often changes Nothing bad or good, simply life’s tune It draws some people close or estranges No difference betwixt too late, too soon Neither will fit exactly right, so it seems While one offers visions and one echoes Driven by your conscious hopes, dreams Be aware, it may open […]
What Do We Fear?
4 Questions Concerning the Fate of Humanity It is not a question of who we have been or even who we are now. It’s a question of who we become. More importantly, it’s whether we choose or whether we continue to embrace the pain and chaos we manifest and appear to revel in, in our […]
No Doubt
No doubt, I’m quite certain More difficult than comedy Comedy, I am told, is hard To see behind the curtain Know your future homily Try, draw the winning card
Bookie
The sign simply said Books, I sighed In the distance, books what I espied Below it, sat a smaller sign with more A-J books may be found on this floor K-Z would be found only up the stairs The way I drooled, I garnered stares
Where You Find It
Creative venues, I’ve sometimes said, inspire Me, to there create, ignite a spark of living fire Whether this expresses me as a saint or a liar From mud pies, imaginary games, till I expire Yet, mud pies return to earth and man to dust If drawn to a monk’s meditation or carnal lust
Unable to Decide
Life, today, finds me unable to decide Discovered a calling, along for the ride Along for the ride is the answer direct If it is tackled head on or circumspect Mired within thoughts, feelings, words Dreams flashing by like flocks of birds Though sometimes I grasp one in hand More than two destroy what I […]
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